Move Yo Body Like a Cyclone

I spent most of yesterday driving up to Davis with Krista. There were a few interesting moments along the way. The pimpest moment happened at an ARCO gas station in the middle of nowhere. We were filling up on gasolina, when a super fat chick ridin' shotgun in a partially tricked-out sedan rolled up to the pump, blasting the song "Cyclone." She wobbled out of the car, music still blasting and did a couple jiggly dance moves. Krista and I couldn't resist gettin' jiggy wit it as well... and neither could a few other people at the ARCO. So there we were, listening to club music at a gas station in the middle of nowhere at night, sponsored by a fat gangsta chick and her baby daddy. Doesn't get much better...